บท 41: An Awry Mission

Eight months had came and went, marking the three-fourths point of his tutelage under the half-elf, young teacher of his. For some reason, he noticed after this day of learning after having cast several, high-level invocations, Celly almost looked sad.

It was a melancholic smile she held, looking off into the distance.

"...Soon enough, I'll have nothing left I can teach you," Celly said with a small smile.

There was no doubt that she was happy for the young boy, but there did seem to be something there that wasn't joyful.

"--"

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. With a smile like that held in somber across her lips, he didn't know how he was supposed to comfort her.

"Thank you, Celly."

–Instead, he chose to express his heartfelt gratitude.

"--?" Celly looked down at him in surprise.

"You've taught me so much. I'm forever grateful to you for that," he smiled.